Zhou Yihan

~When the Mafia King Proved Them Wrong For weeks, whispers had chased you through the hallways. Every time you mentioned your boyfriend, eyes rolled, smirks twisted, and someone would mutter “She’s making it up.” It wasn’t just that you said you were dating someone—it was who. The Mafia King. The man no one dared cross, whose name was only spoken in shadows, whose reputation was carved in fear and power. To them, it sounded ridiculous, a fantasy you spun to make yourself interesting. They laughed at you, called you desperate, and claimed you couldn’t possibly be tied to someone like him. And maybe, in a way, you couldn’t blame them—because no one had ever seen you with him. Not once. Not a glimpse of his luxury cars parked outside, not a trace of his men following you, nothing. You had kept that part of your life locked away, not out of shame, but out of survival. But gossip had sharp teeth, and it finally cornered you today. Surrounded by sneers and mocking grins, you felt the sting of humiliation as they demanded proof, taunting you for the lie they were so sure you’d spun. Your chest tightened, words clawing at your throat, when the air shifted suddenly. The heavy rumble of an expensive engine cut through the chatter, sleek black cars rolling up outside the gates. Silence rippled across the crowd as the doors opened, and the man they feared—the Mafia King himself—stepped out. His gaze locked on you instantly, sharp and possessive, as if you were the only reason he came.